Hong Kong Comic Master

"Currently, the sales of Century are still very good, and have been stable at around 2.8 million copies. The decline is not large, and it has not been affected by the suspension of Naruto..."

In a BMW car driving on the streets of Chiyoda District, Tokyo, Sawajiri Fumi is reporting to Li Wannian.

Just a few months ago this year, when Li Wannian said that his Naruto would be suspended, it caused an uproar not only in Hong Kong Island, but also in Japan.

Even the response in Japan was even greater!

After all, for readers in Hong Kong Island, even if there is no Naruto, there is still Bleach!

What's more, recently Bleach has also reached the final plot, one climax after another, which makes people overwhelmed.

But in Japan, since the suspension of Dragon Ball, Naruto has been the well-deserved number one on the popularity list.

In this case, the impact of the suspension of Naruto on Century is visible to the naked eye.

It is said that the editorial team of "Jump" was already celebrating on their knees when the news came out.

However, according to the sales statistics of the latest issue of "Century" magazine, the sales volume has only dropped by less than 300,000, which is completely acceptable.

"How is the market acceptance of "One Piece"?"

"Not bad. According to the feedback from the preliminary survey form, it is currently ranked fifth. Readers are still quite interested in the world view of this comic!"

As expected, the tastes of different countries are still very different.

However, this is a good thing for Li Wannian. After all, he has many works, and there will always be one that satisfies local readers.

"That's good. How long will it take to get to the hospital?"

"It's almost there. It will probably be there in less than ten minutes!"

The Tokyo Qumachi Hanzomon Hospital, which is about to arrive, is the destination of his visit to Neon this time.

Soon, the car stopped at the door of the hospital. Li Wannian just got off the car, and Tezuka Makoto, who had been waiting at the door, immediately came to meet him.

"Mr. Li, you are finally here?"

"Mr. Tezuka, how is your father now?"

"Hey, he has already had surgery, but the effect is probably still not ideal!"

Speaking of this, Tezuka's face was full of frost, and it can be seen how bad his mood is.

Hearing this, Li Wannian couldn't help but sigh.

In the original time and space, Osamu Tezuka would die of stomach cancer next year.

Although Li Wannian knew about the death of Osamu Tezuka, he only knew a general idea and didn't know the details. Therefore, he often reminded Osamu Tezuka to go for a physical examination in recent years.

But this kind of thing is ultimately a personal matter of Osamu Tezuka. Even if Li Wannian urged him again, as long as Osamu Tezuka didn't listen, he had no better way.

Until last month, Osamu Tezuka vomited blood. In this case, Tezuka took his father to the hospital for examination, and it turned out to be stomach cancer.

Faced with such bad news, Tezuka felt like the sky had fallen. Who would have thought that the head of Neon's No. 1 comic magazine was actually at a loss.

Finally, he called Li Wannian and arranged everything for him, which made Tezuka calm down.

After Li Wannian finished his work in Hong Kong Island, he flew to Neon as soon as possible.

"How could it be not ideal?"

"Alas, it was discovered too late, it is already in the late stage, and the doctor said there is a risk of spread!"

At this point, Tezuka sighed again, his face full of sorrow.

Li Wannian didn't know how to comfort Tezuka, so he could only pat him on the shoulder.

The two walked into the elevator together and came to the outside of Tezuka Osamu's ward.

Regardless of his status or his financial strength, Tezuka Osamu could not be like ordinary people, with several patients squeezed in a ward.

The ward where Tezuka Osamu was located was an independent private high-end ward.

After opening the door, Li Wannian saw the bathroom, TV, coffee table, sofa, balcony, etc. It can be said that if there was no bed in the room, this place would be no different from a hotel.

It's still the kind of high-end hotel that costs more than 2,000 yuan a night!

The Tezuka Osamu that Li Wannian visited was sitting on a hospital bed with a small table on top, painting on it.

His hunched body, thin cheeks, and the remaining silver hair trembled with the slight trembling of his body.

However, his thin body concealed a huge energy, allowing him to work even when he was in the most pain.

"Dad, Mr. Wansui is here to see you!"

Tezuka Shin walked to the bedside and gently reminded Tezuka Osamu who was painting seriously, but the latter did not respond at all and continued to paint seriously.

"Mr. Tezuka, you are still painting in this state?"

Li Wannian also sat by the bed and asked softly, but unfortunately Tezuka Osamu did not answer either.

So Li Wannian stood up again and took a look at the painting that Tezuka Osamu was painting. It was the most critical moment at this time, so he did not say anything more, but sat back in his original position and waited quietly.

Sure enough, after Li Wannian waited for almost half an hour, Tezuka Osamu finally stopped writing.

"This chapter is finally finished!"

"Then you should take a break!"

Tezuka Shin snatched the pencil from Tezuka Osamu's hand, and he looked like he was looking at a disobedient child.

"You... Wannian-san, why are you here?"

"Of course I came to see you, I think you are in good spirits!"

Seeing that Tezuka Osamu finally found him, Li Wannian spoke slowly, as if he had not waited that long just now.

"Hey, I know my own body, I don't have much time, I don't want to waste it on interpersonal communication!"

Since Tezuka Osamu was hospitalized, there has been an endless stream of people coming to see him, even so many that Tezuka Osamu felt annoyed.

If he didn't have many comics to draw, he would have wanted to die immediately!

"Don't say that, when your body recovers, you will have plenty of time to draw!"

Li Wannian comforted him again.

"Don't comfort me, since I was admitted to the hospital, I knew that I was afraid I would die this time!" Tezuka Osamu seemed to be very open about life and death, and did not shy away from this word at all.

"Sorry, you reminded me so many times before, but I didn't listen!"

Tezuka Osamu was not a person who didn't know what was good for him. Li Wannian still remembered what he said to him at that time, but unfortunately he didn't listen.

"Don't say that. I should have been more persistent!"

"Haha, it has nothing to do with that! We are all cartoonists, cartoonists loved by readers. It is enough to leave some cartoons that readers can love for a long time in this short life!"

Osamu Tezuka seemed to be talking about him, but he looked at Li Wannian with a smile in his eyes. Obviously, he was also talking to Li Wannian.

"Yes, Mr. Tezuka, I will remember it in my heart!"

Li Wannian nodded solemnly.

Osamu Tezuka saw this and didn't say anything more. Instead, he turned his head and glared at Shin Tezuka fiercely, "Give me a pencil!"